Sunshine.

Becca chuckled to herself as she gave Aiden a sidelong glance. “Still afraid of them, huh?”

Aiden gave Becca a typical crooked smile. "Every so slightly." He said, shoving his hands his pockets. "Is this your way of trying to help me get rid of the fear?"

Avery chuckled once, looking behind her. “It’s not an airport or anything.” The curly brown hair suddenly seemed familiar to her, but she turned back as if it didn’t.

"Of course not, this is clearly a bakery shop." Aiden said, laughing loudly. The woman behind him looked at him like he had killed a puppy, he flashed her a bright smile and turned back to the redhead in front of him.

"It’s an airport" Faust said deadpan, he had missed the humorous nature of the comment completely- as he often did when people were joking in a sarcastic manner.

Aiden laughed, "I was just trying to clear the tension."

Oh- Right yes. Sorry. That's so silly of me.

The sudden burst of impulsion disappeared as quickly as it came. “I-um, that wasn’t appropriate.” She bit down on her bottom lip as she unceremoniously unwrapped herself from Aiden. “To be honest, I don’t even know what would be appropriate in this situation.” She sighed, taking a step or two back.

Aiden held her head in his hands, unsure of what to say, but talked anyway, "What you were doing didn't bother me, really." He knew that what he said wasn't so smart nor good. But it was the first that came into his mind. He gave her a kiss on her forehead.

A sudden fear washed over her at how sure of herself she was. It was almost as if Becca herself wasn’t aware of the truth but her subconscious was. She always thought that she was just dating, or hooking up with, were just wrong for her. Maybe she sabotaged all of her past relationships.

Oh?

What oh?

Yes, but then I’d go to jail and that would be terribly inconvenient.

You have to make a sacrifice somewhere, mate.

Nobody serious that I know of. She’s been on a few press related things, but those were set up by myself or producers.

Really? Oh.

You just did.

You're a smartiepants!

Fine, do whatever, I’m not your agent.

You're Becca's.

So is my relationship with my husband in New Jersey.

But you're married. And we're not. We haven't even seen each other in 10 years. I don't even know if she likes me. We're complicating.